Last thing for 2013.

And three words on the tip of my tongueNot to be spoken nor sungOr whispered to anyoneTill I scream them at the top of my lungs again

After a while it doesn't really matter - who said what and who did what and what went wrong and what could have been done better. Or the fact that you still have questions, but it's pointless to ask them. I guess this is what growing up feels like. It's like driving a car through the fog. (Which should also be understood quite literally, because i don't even have my driver's license) Just hoping you are not gonna hit anything.